Tuesday, March 27, 2012

i am flawed if i'm not free.

i walk around immune to people's emotions
numb to their sentiments
i guess the morphine is finally paying off
the scars of my arms are fading
along with the face of certain girls
they vanish into the wind
thick with black smoke
i think i smoked you away
when i tried to drink you in

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